Pantyhose Day

Today was probably the first day in the history of Alita that I got up and put on pantyhose voluntarily. Fishnets and tights don't count. Hose, snaggy delicate itchy hose with a terrible waistband that cuts into my soft shapely belly and turns it into a very attractive fat roll. But there are special rules for interviews which I always fuck up and today I was not going to, at least not in any way in which I have in the past (linty tank tops, general non-matching, stained canvas tote bag, etc.)

And here it is almost 12 hours later and I am still wearing them. This plus my newfound appreciation for Pier One (the place where your mom drags you while she looks at throw pillows for a zillion hours) makes me a total grownup. Yuck.

But, you know, my house smells like lemon zest and buttercream.

Also the Flux Factory is doing a great project for the Dumbo Arts Festival at the end of October: Floating Tea Party, where they float in the water by the park and you can order tea and send down a little card somehow and they send it back precariously over the water. Awesome.

Until I get my ass in gear to join imeldas

Today I scoped these babies out, I think I am going back for them in red:


And these, so hot, but why make them in no-ladies-can-walk heel heights? That quit being sexy in like 1940. I wish they could just be a nice 3 in. and compromise about it. Be all hot but also we can wear them for reals. I am loving the kitten heel boots coming out this season. All sassy and moderne.


Today I racked up like $600 worth of imaginary shopping, to be fulfilled whever I get $600 in my hot little hands.